Bread and Water

And before I knew it, I was back in Oslo. Just hours after I posted yesterday’s entry, I was on my way to Stansted Airport. I got an e-mail with some information I needed to continue a project I’m working on and I can only do the testing from our office. But that’s all right, London won’t disappear any time soon. Unless someone decides to detonate a tactical nuke in the middle of the city, that is.

Knock on wood.

After Hans Olav indirectly wrecked my bike a week ago, I decided it was time to get a new bike. Today went out and bought one and it looks good. I’m really looking forward to taking it for a spin. Probably on Saturday. My old bike had been outside in all kinds of weather for four or five years, it was a mess and a lot of parts had to be changed to get it back in shape.

Now I have a new bike, but I have to eat old bread and drink water for the next month or so.